Could it be she really forgot she’s just a fake?
Absolutely laughable.
But fortunately, this North Family mother and daughter are both stupid and evil, or else how would Vincent Hawthorne see Rhoda as good?
Susan Kensington covered her thoughts very well, her facial expression softened, but her demeanor was tense: "Help? How do you expect me to help? Do you want me to go to the ward and kill Beau Shelby?"
Claire North’s eyes lit up: "That’s indeed a good method. Beau Shelby is hurt this time, surely he won’t escape."
Susan Kensington was just speaking offhandedly, she hadn’t expected Claire North to say something so toxic and brainless: "Easy for you to say, would you go and kill Beau Shelby?"
"I’ll go." As the voice dropped, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.
This change startled the three people inside the ward.
Claire North and Brenda Adler’s eyes were full of fear; they hadn’t expected to be caught in the act while speaking.
While feeling panicked, they saw Susan Kensington walk over: "Master Morgan Payne, why are you here?"
"Isn’t it because you’re so foolish that you’ve messed up such an easy task?"
Earlier, Susan Kensington was scolding Claire North with slaps and finger-pointing, yet when Master Morgan Payne called her foolish, she dared not retort a single word, not even show any displeasure.
From an ordinary girl, she had reached today’s position precisely by relying on Morgan Payne’s backing.
"You... do you really have a way?" Claire North suddenly rushed over, grabbing Morgan Payne.
"Of course." Morgan Payne looked interestingly at Claire North, eager: "I heard you are a pharmacist too, then you must know?"
"I know." Claire North nodded forcefully, said excitedly: "You are the only Master Morgan Payne who can challenge Phoenix, even Raina North must bow in front of you and call you senior obediently."
"Very perceptive, very perceptive." Morgan Payne was pleased, in a great mood: "Susan, your daughter-in-law is good, I like her."
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Having followed Morgan Payne for so many years, she knew too well how terrifying this reputed master was.
Claire North couldn’t help but ask again: "Master Morgan Payne, will you really help me?"
"Of course, since I spoke, I’ll definitely help you. Do you trust me?" Master Morgan Payne grasped Claire North’s hand, his thumb rubbing across her hand back, a peculiar meaning flashing in his eyes.
Claire North could only feel goosebumps rising, her expression became somewhat stiff, she instinctively pulled her hand away.
Seeing Morgan Payne looking at her, she nodded emphatically: "Trust. Of course, I trust Master Morgan Payne, in fact, at this point, I can only trust you. Just not sure how you plan to help me?"
"Just as you said, kill him, then he will shut up forever, won’t he?"
Claire North was dumbfounded: "You... want me to..."
"Of course not, you’re pretty, with hands white and tender, how could you do such filthy things?"
"The best person to kill Beau Shelby would be Raina North."
Claire North was incredulous: "Raina North? How could she possibly do it?"
"I said she would, and she will." As Morgan Payne said this, a cold glint crossed his eyes, he smiled serenely: "You, just need to trust me."
Claire North dazedly nodded.